A Deadly Picture (Self-Harm Poem)

She paints a pretty picture
But see there's a twist
The paint brush is a razor
And the canvas is her wrist
She paints a very nice picture
With warm paint that's blood red
Finished with her picture,
She finally is dead
Her pretty pictures
fade slowly on her arm
Blood no longer racing through her
She can no longer do harm
... She painted a pretty picture
But see the picture had a twist
Her mind was a razor
And her heart was her wrist.

Please don't cut. I love you.

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